The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

My fingers were already deep in the wet plaster of the mill wall, scraping at the peeling red pigment that looked less like paint and more like dried blood, when I heard the cough. It was a dry, rattling sound that seemed to come from the bricks themselves, a hollow thud that vibrated through the soles of my boots and up into my knees, and I knew before I turned around that Julian was having...

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